Hurricane

This is a story about a girl I knew, or thought I knew. At first glance, she seemed like a normal girl yet spunky with her own look. You could look at a crowd and if she was there, you would be able to tell her apart immediately. She is the kind of person that imprints on you and makes you remember her forever, but also leaves you in a wink. A hurricane, an addictive one.

 

She had bright blue hair, it was a dye of course. She always wore little to no makeup and her body was petite, she was also sort of nimble. At just 22, you would usually spot her in coffee shops and skateboarding around, since she was quite juvenile. I would never imagine that me, at 32 years of age, would date someone 10 years younger and get so hooked on her.

 

Don’t misinterpret me, I have been with younger girls before, but this one was different. She was addictive, and I do not know what made her be so. We met in a coffee shop, which seemed to be her favorite place. However, I frequent that one particular store, and I had never seen her before.

 

Her name was Ashley, and she was wise beyond her years. We talked about biology and quantum physics, and she was very passionate about music. She shook me with her knowledge and grace, looking like a rebel tomboy and behaving like a classy lady. Or maybe she was putting up a façade for me to fall in? I think I will never understand, as now I feel I do not really know the person I am writing about.

 

It took us a couple of dates, getting to know each other better, before we got our bodies cozy to each other. At first I did not take her too seriously, simply thinking of her as a younger girl that would not mean much, but she quickly changed this point of view I had. She was as complex and mature as a woman my age, and maybe even smarter than I was. One thing is for sure, she knew how to manage her thoughts and emotions perfectly, better than me. I think I never met a woman that was so straightforward.

 

In sex, Ashley absolutely knew her way on a man’s body and she also knew her body perfectly. She would put herself in positions in where I just let my body navigate hers and if she did not liked something, she would let me know with her body. It was a bit difficult to get used to it first, but eventually I got the hang of things and learned how to please her perfectly. Afterwards, sex became something usual for us. We ditched our coffee and museum dates in favor of weekend sex. I had no problem with this, but I did not see what was happening.

 

I remember vividly the last time we had sex. It was in my apartment, as usual. But the difference here is that it was not planned, she just showed up in my apartment and caught me off guard. I think, however, that she knew I had my day off work. I was just wearing sweatpants and watching cooking programs on TV when someone knocked on my door, and I was surprised when I opened and it was her.

 

 I think she was sort of in a hurry. Her hair bangs were pink today, something I had not seen before. She seemed kinda rushed and nervous, so we sat down and I served her some wine to sip on while we chatted. She told me she really liked spending time with me. Then, we began to kiss on my couch. She put her hands on my neck as I began to slowly undress her, but this time she seemed a bit shy about the whole thing.

 

Before long, she was naked on my couch and I bent down to gently eat her pussy. Usually she moaned loudly, but that day was not the case. She was rather tame and silent, letting me have my way instead of having to follow her bodily instructions. I just let myself go and fucked her however I wanted. I spread her legs the most I could, then dove my fingers into her pussy, eventually popping in more and more fingers, slowly.

 

Her pussy was much more relaxed than in past encounters. I stood up and plunged my cock into her, watching her expression change with pleasure but without making any sound. I thrusted into her slowly 2 or 4 times, then began to forcefully fuck her, something she never let me do. Things had to be softer with her always, but a man my age wants something a bit more rowdy.

 

After minutes of fucking, I pulled my cock out and came over her abdomen. This load was unusually large, maybe because of my force and horniness while fucking her. She seemed pleased and surprised by the amount of cum over her. She looked at me with a naughty smile, so characteristic of her.

 

Afterwards, she dressed up and said she had to leave as soon as possible. I asked why she was in such a rush and she did not reply, instead ignoring my questions and complimenting my fuck. She was gone from my apartment before I even knew it. And, I never saw her again after that day. I tried calling her to no answer, then one day I went to her apartment to find she had moved out. She left the city and my life.

 

I had told just a few friends about her, and our relationship seemed pretty private but after she left I started to hear about her everywhere, making it harder for me to forget her. I overheard people talking about her in shops, and when I got together with a new group I was introduced to by my friends I met people who knew her, and talked about her.

 

I never heard anything but stuff about her disappearance and what lead up to it. Apparently, she had been with multiple people while she was with me as well. Girls and guys, she went around town with everybody like a real hurricane. Everybody who mentioned her talked about how she disappeared in the end, but I never mentioned it to people who knew her too. It was like she was an urban legend and I could not believe it now. I could not believe I had been with that girl.

 

Apart from checking myself in case I had attained an infection or something, which luckily I did not, I tried not to think about her. I kept trying to reach out but she never got back to me. I felt played with, and at my age, this should not be a problem to begin with. Eventually I stopped trying to get in contact with her and resume my single life.

 

The thing about her is that she was never emotionally invested in me. Which made me wonder, was that last fuck at my apartment her last fuck in the city? Had she been going from house to house to lover to lover before having to leave and I was just her last stop? I was just overthinking everything.

 

And then I realized that it did not matter. She never cared about me and probably did not care about the other people she fucked in town. Since it did not matter to her, it should not matter to me. But I am still in awe at the fact I had met such an electrifying young lady that tied me to her physically and mentally and then left leaving me with nothing but my unrequited feelings.

 

Now I have another girlfriend, a lady my age who I loved very much.  But anyway, I thought it would be good to share my experience with everybody out there. I recommend being careful of who you sleep with and take care of your feelings as well, there is nothing worse to me than being left on the dust without closure.

 

On a final note, maybe I have not forgotten Ashley because she fucks better than my actual girlfriend. Good pussy will imprison anybody…